Sensing an exceptionally powerful aura coming from the flying boat, the many Demon Kings besieging Huang Siyuan and the others changed expression and turned to look.
A massive flying boat came flying in from behind, swiftly arriving above the battlefield.
At that moment, Song Qingming stood aboard the flying boat. After casually sweeping his gaze over the battlefield below, he turned his eyes toward the distant sky.
In the spot Song Qingming was looking at, there seemed to be nothing in the void apart from several clusters of white clouds drifting with the wind.
Yet a trace of gravity appeared on his face.
Seeing the enormous flying boat approaching from above, the Demonic Beast Army that had been besieging the Human Race Cultivators in the distance sensed the immense pressure descending from overhead and instinctively parted to make way for it.
Very soon, the flying boat beneath Song Qingming's feet passed through the battlefield and entered Tianxing Valley's Mountain Protection Array.
Seeing that the Human Race Cultivators had taken the opportunity to withdraw completely into the Mountain Protection Array, the Demon Kings outside could only helplessly order a temporary cessation of hostilities.
As the Demonic Beast Army surrounding Tianxing Valley voluntarily retreated toward a mountain to the north, the fierce battlefield, once filled with cries of slaughter, gradually fell quiet.
Only corpses strewn across the ground and the bloody stench lingering in the air bore witness to the brutal scene that had just unfolded.
Half a day later, inside Tianxing Sect's main hall.
Several Tianxing Sect Golden Core Elders stood in the lower positions, an unusually deferential arrangement as they voluntarily yielded the center of the hall to Song Qingming, a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Huang Siyuan and the others who had arrived with him had also entered the main hall